Inside the harbinger ark.
Abaddon, Vashtorr, and even a servitor skull stared blankly at the monitor in front of them.
Abaddon was still clad in his master-crafted Terminators power armor, while Vashtorr was tall, his gaunt, angular body covered in skin-tight muscles, and his horned demonic head featured eyes that looked like two red cybernetic lenses.
Behind him, where ordinary Warp Daemons would have fleshy wings, Vashtorr sported a pair of mechanical wings covered in gears.
In his hand, he held not a sword, axe, or staff, but a mechanical hammer representing the craft of an artisan.
Yet, even this daemon, who was most likely to ascend to godhood, was stunned into silence by this group of 'Imperial Greenskins' on the ground.
However, it was not Abaddon or Vashtorr who spoke first, but the servitor skull that seemed to possess its own will and was watching the screen as well.
It was not the cold electronic voice of the Adeptus Mechanicus, but a significantly improved audio signal capable of perfectly conveying emotion.
The servitor skull flew left and right, then looked up, its red cybernetic eyes flickering constantly:
"This is just too interesting. I must record this in my database."
It was filled with the joy of a human seeing something fun, an excitement that was perhaps even overly exaggerated.
However, Abaddon was already accustomed to this, because this voice belonged to an Abominable Intelligence that Vashtorr had found; it not only possessed independent consciousness but even had a name: 'Endless orac'.
orac was currently serving as the central hub of the harbinger ark, controlling this massive flagship for Vashtorr; this harbinger ark was orac's body.
While observing this group of 'Imperial Greenskins' with Abaddon and Vashtorr, it was also controlling the harbinger ark, bombarding the three warring parties on Ustalii with terrifyingly exaggerated efficiency and precision.
However, compared to bombarding the enemies on the ground, the three of them were currently focusing more of their attention on this group of Imperial Greenskins, the likes of which they had never even dreamed of.
It was only after watching their own decapitation strike force all get turned into 'high-altitude lighters' by the greenskins that Abaddon blankly withdrew his gaze, a hint of anger appearing in his eyes.
"Why didn't you disable the greenskins' machinery as well?"
Abaddon showed absolutely no respect for Vashtorr, and his words were a direct reprimand of his partner's incompetence.
In fact, as the chosen of the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods, Abaddon had always believed that it was not the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods who controlled him, but that he was using the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods.
Of course, the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods just smiled and said nothing about that.
If that was his attitude toward the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods, it was even more so for a demigod like Vashtorr.
Vashtorr also looked at the ground, speechless; after all, who could have imagined that such a group of Imperial Greenskins would pop up on Ustalii!
Vashtorr was even wondering if the Corpse Emperor had made some unspeakable deal with Gork and Mork in the Warp; otherwise, how could the greenskins be wearing Imperial helmets?!
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